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CHAPTER 34

작가: Tina Taran
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-01-13 03:58:25

A New Horizon

The morning after the gala felt different. The air in the West Wing was no longer thick with guarded terms and emotional tariffs, but with the genuine, easy peace of shared purpose. The public spectacle had served its purpose, transforming private negotiation into irreversible public fact. Mimi was no longer the wife or the contract partner; she was the CSIO, and she was essential.

William woke before dawn, not to the frantic buzz of a crisis, but to the soft light filtering through the sheer curtains. He looked at Mimi, sleeping soundly beside him, the first truly peaceful sleep they had shared since the crisis began. He realized the weight lifted from him was not the corporate fear of Thorne, but the private fear of losing her respect.

He slipped out of bed, leaving a small, handwritten note on her pillow before heading to his study for the morning review.

The Confession of Hope

Mimi found the note when she woke. It wasn't about a legal brief or a market trend; it was
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    The TriadThe silence in the West Wing study after Evelyn’s departure was a physical thing, thick and suffocating. William stood frozen, the name Kunle had uttered moments before still hanging in the air like gun smoke.“Kunle,” he repeated, the word a death sentence. He turned to Mimi, his face a mask of icy, devastated fury. He picked up the tablet holding the forensic report and thrust it toward her. “The signal logs. The encrypted payments from a Thorne-linked shell company. The metadata trail. It’s all him. He was the leak. He sold your fatigue, your schedule, the most intimate details of our lives.” A horrible, fractured laugh escaped him. “He played us. From the very beginning. The charming ally, the supportive friend… it was all a cover. He was Thorne’s inside man.”Mimi took the tablet, her mind already partitioning itself, the emotional shock in one compartment, the analytical CSIO in another taking over. She scanned the data. It was damning. Cleanly compiled, the digital fi

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